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Maniacally posting hal & erres sketch crops at 2 AM

(ive posted this one before i just wanted to look at it again)

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self portrait

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charles leclerc

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forgot to post this oil painting commission I did a while ago that im still obsessed with

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Lieutenant Little

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Terror (TV 2018) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: John Bridgens/Henry “Harry” Peglar Characters: John Bridgens, Henry “Harry” Peglar Additional Tags: Pre-Canon, Established Relationship, t4t, Trans Male Character, Drawing, Nudity Summary:

“I’ve thought it all out,” Harry says with great solemnity, still smiling. “I’ll sit for my portrait, and then I’ll hold the mirror for you so I can have one too.” He nods to himself, his hands tightening on John’s shoulders. “A portrait of your sweetheart,” he says, low and meaningful, “to keep you company those long weeks at sea.”

for @transterrorweek, and also for @theterrorbingo prompt ‘drawing’

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okay ANOTHER i cant help myself but im knocking at the door of hal & torben "curious are the gods" and im only a little scared of what might be behind there

[WIP Title Game] — "Curious are the Gods" OH that one is erres and torben actually but uh... what if i did write a hal and torben thing (ive been meaning to) anyways this one is actually a really cute little ficlet/drabble im excited to finish it

“Talk to him, you mean?” Erres laughs like he had just been asked to talk to a barn cat. Torben opens his eyes just to roll them, and looks on.

“I can’t promise he’ll listen.” The ‘to you’ is tastefully implied. “God,” Erres begins aloud, “I ask that you bestow your protection upon Torben tomorrow when I beat him into—”

“You’re horrible,” Torben says, knocking his knee into Erres’.

“What does he want in return, anyways?”

“I don’t know. Devotion. Love.”

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EARN IT BOY (WHAT A TITLE!!!) (IM INTRIGUED)

[WIP Title Game] — "Earn it, Boy" Oh this one is going to be soooo something Halvard’s eyes meet him there and hold his gaze, and Erres is staring back if only to have something to desperately hang onto. The room is spinning around the axis of Hal’s strange look and he feels like he’s going to be sick. The silver mask grows brighter until he dimly realizes Halvard is walking to him, and then there is a hand on the back of his head that combs through the dried blood in his hair and pulls him into the great wall of his robed body, where Erres rests his head against and shivers. He’s cold, all of his blood drained out of him onto the floor, and it is only like this that Hal feels strangely warm.

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I would also like to hear about the not-sad bridglar one

[WIP Title Game] — "Roadtrip Ficlet"

In his half-sleep, John’s body next to him is like the warmest of hearths, and Harry buries his cheek into the hair of his chest and breathes in the smell of car leather and hotel soap and something else that reminds him of the woods. His hands run —on their own he swears, he can’t help it— up and down the sides of John’s ribs, and beneath his fingers the faded ink swirls, half-legible now in their age. John is unused to the reverence and struggles to find where to place his hands, until Harry reaches for one to thaw between them. (Also I put this in GC a long time ago, but just for the tumblr crowd:) Harry resigns himself to it then, but he doesn’t fail to make his displeasure known. He sighs a long, drawn-out sigh and sprawls out his limbs out in a dramatic show, nearly shoving the shifter out of gear when he throws a socked foot over the median and drops it into John’s lap. What he doesn’t expect is for John’s free hand to fall upon it, giving his ankle a light, affectionate squeeze.

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HELLO I'm (politely) making grabby hands at the cormorant

[WIP Title Game] — "The Cormorant"

The first time he dreamed of Harry was six months after they returned. He wept, in that dream, when he saw Harry intact again, with proper color in his cheeks and short-cropped hair, his skin bright. Guiltily he had forgotten what Harry looked like; in his memory that bruised corpse might as well have been all he ever knew. Also bonus round "It would have been better if you died without me, that way I could live knowing that I couldn’t have done anything." ( sorry its fucked up :(((( )

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OPEN OPEN OPEN NOW RIGHT NOW BEGGING

[WIP Title Game] — "Open" He would be tempted to bite —behaving was never his strong suit— but the hand that’s stroking down the course of his back placates him and despite himself he goes slack and pliable into the sheets. When Jack hums in appreciation Jann feels drawn in, caught up in him, and his eyes haze in the easy pleasure of it. (This one is for the JannJack Bingo!)

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WIP Title Game

Thanks for the tag @serve-cunt and @rebsinthevoid !!

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Be Fair To Me — Erres x Hal

Earn it, Boy — Erres and Hal

Curious are the Gods — Erres and Torben

The Cormorant — Harry Peglar x John Bridgens

Road Trip Ficlet — Harry Peglar x John Bridgens

Secret Santa Thing — Jann Mardenborough x Jack Salter

Open — Jann Mardenborough x Jack Salter

Genesis — Selaphiel x Sandalphon Tagging @silvermagpies, @boatgays, @pudentilla, and whoever else wants to try it out!

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Toto

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WIP (manifesting that ill actually color this)

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hamilton

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the hatchling